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[katmeow]

Here goes...my first post and the first piece I have written in a long time. I'm not good with naming things

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The years have flown by, yet in a moment I can be back. Trouble is, my memories are starting to blur round the edges like sepia photographs. No matter how times I nudge the volume, your voice continues to fade out. I ache for what I have lost, and for what I will never know. All the questions left unanswered cos I thought I'd have the time.

Three bonded by grief shared, our private pain inarticulable. This train called life dropped you at the station and before I could blink, pulled the rest of us away. "You've been so strong." "She'd be so proud." My tears remain my own cos I don't want to shatter their illusions.

And I'm left wondering what happens after. Has your soul moved on to a better place or are you just scattering of dust beneath a rock in a pretty garden that we visit once a year? I listen but no answer is forthcoming. So I pick up the fragments of the life I knew and keep on keeping on, cos what other option have I got.


*edit for formatting*

 

[plazma]

There's very little one can say in this instance.
I'm impressed.
-plaz out-

 

[Señora Frijol]

i really feel you here. it reminds me of what my husband and his sisters are going through.
the part about picking up the fragments of your life esp hits home. he always tells me its like a piece of him died and the rest of him has to go on as a different person now as a result. i hope you find the peace you need.